Did she fight, for what she ought?
It had been her miss, is what they thought
Kins needed to hide faces, bad name's what she brought
A girl fond of yellows and pinks,
now seems tangled in greys
And the girl who sang all the recent hits,
seems numb, after screaming for days
Been seven months,
couldn't time help her heal?
Upsetting were their gaping faces,
couldn't they get what she would feel?
And when time seemed to pass, in vain
Begetters thought to act wise...
They shifted her to another city,
thought it would take her by surprise
Lonely, she still was,
all that shuffle pointed null,
begetters planned to get her married,
and bring back colors to life dim and dull
And proposals were sent,
no proposal was to come;
Rejection was that one word,
that would always keep her mum
Nothing felt like before, why life got so hard?
Was it her miss, as they say? She's now counted as a star...
People show their pity faces, faces do deceive
Is there any worth of candle marches, or condolences, would she receive ?
